Fast Travel: Crazy Criticism of Beauty Always Conspiring against Me

Chapter 412 Deep Sea Pearl (45)

The breeze blew through her hair, lingering in the palm of his hand. Wei Silu lowered his eyelids, holding the soft and thick black hair and stroking it carefully.

Zhou Yingchen sat next to him and rested for a while, the sea breeze blew through the broken hair on his forehead, revealing those dark and narrow phoenix eyes, and his thin lips were tightly pressed.

Along with the sound of the song, Song Ci keenly felt that there was a line of sight behind him staring at him.

He looked back at Fengzhou and saw the dissatisfaction in the man's eyes.

It's the dissatisfaction of being disturbed.

The music stopped.

Qi Ming looked over and smiled gently at her.

They didn't seem to be surprised by her, or they didn't care about her identity at all.

Fengzhou stepped forward and took a few steps.

Zhou Yingchen and Wei Silu immediately stood in front of Song Ci defensively, "What do you want to do?"

Fengzhou always felt a little familiar when he looked at the man in front of him. It was a feeling that was so familiar that it was nauseating. It was like putting the best delicacies into a plate of your most hated dishes, which is as hard to swallow.

Wei Silu's face turned cold. He knew that this man, Fengzhou, was doing underground business in many countries, and he was famous for his bloody and cruel methods.

To sum up, it is not a thing.

"Song Ci." Fengzhou laughed, with a hint of mockery in his voice, and his eyes swept between the two of them.

"You can still live a good life without me."

He spoke very ambiguously.

Song Ci couldn't help but frown.

Qi Ming came over and looked at them.

He took the initiative to come over and apologize: "I'm sorry, sometimes it's hard for people to understand what he says."

"He was quite worried about you. He looked for you the whole day when you left."

Qi Ming curled his lips and smiled at her.

This time when he actually stood in front of her, Qi Ming remembered what Feng Zhou had been saying some time ago. He always felt that Song Ci was very familiar, so familiar that he couldn't help but want to get closer.

...because so does he.

Although when he first heard Feng Zhou say this, he felt a little disappointed and briefly jealous, but after thinking about it, they seemed...impossible.

Song Ci felt vaguely familiar, but she couldn't put it into words.

Because Wei Silu and Zhou Yingchen always looked at the enemy and wanted to put her in their pockets and take her away.

Song Ci shook his head helplessly.

Fengzhou said, "I arranged the house." He glanced at Song Ci and said, "No one is there."

Wei Silu originally wanted to take Song Ci away directly, but Song Ci couldn't be discovered in his current form. If someone saw him, he would definitely be arrested.

At some point, their ideas are surprisingly consistent.

Zhou Yingchen and Wei Silu followed Song Ci to the room he arranged with cold expressions on their faces.

A huge swimming pool sits in the middle.

Song Ci sat next to him and raised the water droplets on his tail to test it a few times. Zhou Yingchen and Wei Silu were both sitting next to him, and when he got playful, he swung his tail tip and splashed them all over.

Wei Silu didn't make trouble with her.

Zhou Yingchen sat silently next to her.

Song Ci was lying on the edge of the swimming pool, with her chin resting on her arms and her head tilted from time to time. She looked very leisurely.

Wei Silu and the others knew that Song Ci just didn't want them to worry.

His baby is always so kind.

The news about Song Ci will definitely spread in the General Assembly, and people will be sent to arrest her again.Those crazy people will never miss this opportunity.

Wei Silu pursed his thin lips tightly and frowned unconsciously.

The plan of the General Assembly passed...

It was late at night, and when Zhou Yingchen looked worried, he knew that she had something to ask Wei Silu.

Time was left alone for them.

No one knew how hard he pressed the hand hanging by his side.

Song Ci raised her head and sat on the edge of the pool with her hands on her body.

"What did they pass?" she asked again: "Is it dangerous?"

""Pregnancy Plan"" Wei Silu squatted down, his muscles bulging and his clothes also bulging. He raised his hand and brushed his thumb against Song Ci's lips.

The originally pink lips trembled and turned red as he moved.

The movements were forceful, and Song Ci clearly noticed his displeasure.

Wei Silu saw it and Zhou Yingchen kissed his baby before leaving.

"What is that?" Song Ci raised her eyes and asked him.

The slender white fingers parted her lips, and when she spoke, the tip of her tongue inadvertently licked her, which made his heart tremble.

"Honey, let me check."

Song Ci looked at him with puzzled eyes.

But she didn't cooperate with his actions.

She knew that Wei Silu was bad by nature.

Seeing that she was about to go down, avoid his movements.

Wei Silu raised his hand and grabbed her waist. He stood up and took her out of the water.

Song Ci inadvertently made a sound of "uh" from his throat and made a swallowing sound.

Watching her eyes turn from clear to hazy, this feeling of controlling her senses made him addicted.

"Baby, you're very healthy." Wei Silu commented objectively, swiping his thumb across her small and sharp tiger teeth, making a slight rubbing sound.

"Don't block my face..." he said in her ear.

His voice was a little muffled.

He deliberately said half of the words and kissed Song Ci gently on the corner of his lips.

Song Ci was awakened instantly. He must have seen himself and Zhou Yingchen together just now, and he was jealous again.

It was really the first time that she saw such a big hatred between herself and herself.

The fingers attached to the auricle were stroking gently.

"Baby."

Song Ci narrowed her eyes comfortably, "You refused because of me."

"Tell me."

Wei Silu looked at her lazy and dignified posture and ran his fingers along her hair.

The soft hair is lingering at the fingertips.

"Be proud of being favored."

Wei Silu whispered, with a subtle smile in his voice. It was a bit dull, full and thick, like a cello.

(End of this chapter)